After finishing all the important matters at hand, our brigade commander finally had some time to deal with his own personal matters, such as taking a good look at the big-breasted tiger-striped ladies who had just been snatched from the Germans.
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"I have to say that we have been very lucky recently, Malashenko. We are always able to seize the latest fancy gadgets of the Germans. If nothing else, the aesthetic of German tanks is quite good. Don't look at this boxy thing.
It’s as square as a piece of wood. If you look closely, it’s really quite attractive.”
Lavrinenko stretched out his hand and patted the side armor of the Tiger tank in front of him. A very thick and heavy feeling could be clearly felt even through winter gloves. Lavrinenko was sincerely admiring
Looking at the new German heavy tank in front of me.
"Where do you think those Germans used their skills? The tank is built like a work of art, and all its skills are used in the wrong place. Don't have too high expectations for this thing. Our tanks are better than this thing.
It's as easy to drive as a tractor, and the complexity of this German tank is far beyond your imagination."
German armored soldiers often mocked Soviet tank soldiers for driving vehicles that looked like "Russian tractors." Not only were they shabby, but they were also shoddily made, stupid, big, and rough.
Malashenko had to admit that what the German said was indeed correct, but the description of a tractor as a tank was obviously a derogatory insult, so in most cases Malashenko never agreed with the German's statement in public.
Only this time, compared with the Tiger tank's sophistication and complexity and the workload that can drive logistics and maintenance crazy, Malashenko had to admit that his tank was indeed like a tractor, but in terms of ease of maintenance and use.
In terms of.
Malashenko, who didn't stay long next to the Tiger tank, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The two Red Army soldiers who were following him immediately looked at a man with a black face and a slovenly body that looked like a beggar in an alley.
The same German armored soldier rushed over. This German armored soldier, who had obviously suffered something terrible, had a look of horror in his eyes.
"May I have your name?"
Malashenko saw the frightened look in the other party's eyes, and his tone of voice when speaking was quite calm, enough to make people feel approachable, which would be of great help in what follows.
How could this German armored soldier, who had been tortured so much, dare not answer Malashenko's question? He didn't want to be dragged away by the group of Russians who were as strong as bears and have another nightmare experience.
Words like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube were blurted out immediately.
"Toric, everyone else calls me Little Tori, sir."
"Oh? Little Tori?"
After hearing this, Malashenko became interested.
"According to what you said, is there still a big Tori?"
Torik didn't dare to neglect when being questioned. He didn't know the position and military rank of the tall man in front of him, but he knew that he must have the power to issue an order to kill him with a shot or to continue to torture him.
You can see it with your eyes.
"Yes, yes, sir. Datoli is another commander. He has the same name as me."
"Oh? Interesting, where is he now?"
"He...he, he has..."
Torik hesitated to speak for some unknown reason, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the wreckage of the first batch of destroyed Tiger tanks that were not too far away, and followed Torik's eyes.
Malashenko quickly understood the reason when he went there.
"I assume you don't want to end up like him? Right?"
The soft words patting Torik's shoulder were as cold as the insidious snakes that tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apples in the Garden of Eden. They were enough to make Torik, who was already in shock, feel his hair stand on end and his head shake like a cat with a painted face.
It's like a rattle.
"Very good, then cooperate with me honestly. If you cooperate well, I will notify our comrades in the prisoner-of-war camp and let you work less in the prisoner-of-war camp, eat more, and live a better life.
It’s better than others, do you think you can accept this deal?”
Torik has long heard that the Russians like to throw all the captured prisoners of war into Siberian prisoner-of-war camps for labor reform, and some will be sent to mining areas to dig coal, but no matter what kind of place they go, it is not good.
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In the prisoner-of-war camp, the Russians would eat less than dogs and work more than livestock every day. After they died of exhaustion, they would directly bury organic fertilizer as crops on the spot, so that the next crop of potatoes would grow even more.
They are vigorous and plump, and are much larger than ordinary potatoes.
Torik felt like he was going to be scared to death just thinking about it. He didn't want to become potato fertilizer for the Russians.
"I will cooperate, I will definitely cooperate! Sir! I will cooperate with you in whatever you want me to do! Please give me orders, give me orders! I will obey you in everything!"
"very good!"
Kirill had been called away by Political Commissar Petrov just a few minutes ago. Malashenko heard from Commissar Petrov that there seemed to be something going on in Kirill's family, and that Commissar Petrov wanted to have a meeting with Kirill.
Have a battlefield family meeting to talk about family matters.
The people currently surrounding Malashenko include driver Seryosha, gunner Iushkin, deputy brigade commander comrade Lavrinenko, and this German armored soldier who swore to serve Malashenko out of fear.
Corporal Torik.
His previous job was quite impressive, as the driver of a Tiger tank. Malashenko has always felt that anyone who can drive a Tiger is pretty awesome. He is not kidding.
A total of five people could just improvise a Tiger tank crew.
Not only out of strong curiosity about the Tiger tank, but also because I want to truly understand the advantages and disadvantages of the opponent's equipment in person, so as to prepare in advance for the next battle.
Malashenko, who had already decided to board the Tiger tank for two laps, just did it. With a wave of his hand, he climbed onto the tank with his temporary crew.
"You sit in the captain's seat, where do you want me to stay?"
Lavrinenko's words sounded a bit offensive, and Malashenko, who grinned, naturally knew that his good brother was joking with him.
"Kiril is not here anyway, so you have to be a loader first. It's not a battle anyway, so what does it matter?"
"..."
"No one can speak better than your mouth."
Lavrinenko, who was cursing, followed Malashenko and was the last to get into the Tiger tank. After closing the turret top cover, Lavrinenko immediately felt an unprecedented sense of comfort in the turret.
Then he couldn't help but speak.
"Oh, the Germans made the tank so spacious, even wider than a mobile toilet!"